"I've been thinking," Ego speaks once the movie finishes and the credits come in, rolling. I look up at him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Since my place is so big, I get quite lonely here."
"I thought you had your dogs, which I have yet to meet," I poke his chest with my index finger, making sure it hurt a bit. "You promised I would see them, and that was a month ago. And somehow, every time I come here, they aren't present," His face fills with amusement as I throw a silly, short tantrum.
"You will see them," He pats my head to calm me down. "Regardless if I have my dogs to make me company, it's not the same when I'm with you," His cliche words make me feel queasy, in a good way.
"I'm glad," I reply shyly.
"What I'm getting at is, do you want to move in with me?"
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